The Octopus
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I’d call me Us.
There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbors will say.
It seldom pays to be rude. It never pays to be only half-rude.
Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement: a sanded floor and…